Plip Plop
Plip Plop:
The rain soothes
my roiling mind,
calms my soul,
and helps me find,
things to write,
if so inclined.
Plip Plop:
I now write,
these poems of life:
Heroes rise,
through all the strife.
They conquer,
enemies rife.
Plip Plop:
To be one,
who gains his fame,
with the sword,
would be a game.
If to win,
would leave no shame.
A Girl Named Plop
Plop wasn't such a great name.
She would have preferred Rose, Ingrid or even Jane.
There were three girls named Sarah, two girls named Kate,
Four boys named Billy and two boys named Nate.
But there was only one Plop, skinny and shy.
She wanted a nickname like Annie or Vi.
Her good friend Megan got to go by Meg.
Her teacher Miss Margaret had friends call her Peg.
Plop was quite original as far as names go.
She guessed it was better than plain old Jo.
She decided to embrace it, Plop as a name.
Maybe one day it would bring her fame.
So, Plop it was and Plop it is still,although secretly she wishes it was Lil.
